|  1 | Lord, Thou art a potter skilled | 
|   | And a glorious builder too, | 
|   | Molding for Thy vessel great, | 
|   | Building with Thy house in view. | 
|   | I am both a man of clay | 
|   | And a new-made living stone, | 
|   | That Thy vessel I may be | 
|   | And the temple Thou wouldst own. | 
|  2 | Though of clay Thou madest us, | 
|   | Thou wouldst have us be transformed; | 
|   | With Thy life as purest gold, | 
|   | Unto precious stones conformed. | 
|   | We shall, through Thy building work, | 
|   | Then become Thy loving Bride, | 
|   | In one Body joined to Thee, | 
|   | That Thy heart be satisfied. | 
|  3 | What Thy heart desires and loves | 
|   | Are not precious stones alone, | 
|   | But together these to build | 
|   | For Thy glory, for Thy home. | 
|   | Thou, the all-inclusive Christ, | 
|   | Dost a builded Church require, | 
|   | That Thy glorious riches may | 
|   | Radiate their light entire. | 
|  4 | Not the person spiritual | 
|   | In an individual way, | 
|   | But the corporate life expressed | 
|   | Will Thy hearts desire display. | 
|   | Members separate and detached | 
|   | Neer express Thee perfectly, | 
|   | But Thy Body tempered, built, | 
|   | Ever shall Thy fulness be. | 
|  5 | Build me, Lord, with other saints, | 
|   | Independence neer allow, | 
|   | But according to Thy plan | 
|   | Fitly frame and join me now. | 
|   | In experience not my boast, | 
|   | Nor in gifts would be my pride; | 
|   | For Thy building I give all, | 
|   | That Thou may be glorified. |